Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 35 ( Chapter 35 )

“After a while, Bulma gradually began to get better. There was always the constant fear that the cancer would return, her body always needing to be analyzed. Any headache, any pain or ache at all would put the world on hold, Bulma's patience running thin when everyone around her seemed to tiptoe.

 

“It was like we all were stepping on thin glass, like at any single wrong move, the life that was Bulma could shatter again. Her family never knew what to say and in that, probably never knew what to trust. She'd lied to them and she'd concealed her sickness; how did they know that she even was getting better?

 

“People either talked about it too much or darted the topic altogether. Yet above all else, they treated Bulma like an invalid and that? That made her fucking crazy.”

 

He smiled wickedly, finger moving to pick at a tooth.

 

“Of course you can imagine,” He grinned. “I found a way to profit off her misfortune, my days of being the hardass savior put on hold. I imagine she even appreciated the fact, picking fights whenever the opportunity presented itself.

 

“Oh man, did we fight, far worse than ever before. I would pick at her hair, laughing at the thin strands that barely covered her bald head and she would threaten to shave mine as a replacement. I would laugh at her when she couldn't climb the stairs by herself, Bulma telling me to keep it up, that after she was done, I wouldn't be able to either.

 

“It went on like that for months, things seemingly back to normal. I would train and then I would pick at her. She would laugh and there would be that old glow in her eyes, that devious smile behind them that in its weird way, thanked me. Thanked me for giving her back her life, her semblance of normality that meant more than anything.

 

“Above all, despite the teasing and the mocking and the cruelty that the rest of the world saw, I did one thing that was different from before: I hugged Bulma. I made certain to always hug her, at least once a day. I don't know how she took it and I don't know if it was even for her at all. I think it was more for me. I think I needed to feel her, warm and soft, to let her know that while I wouldn't treat her like a victim, I wouldn't forget either.

 

“Sometimes I would even let her fall asleep, her body still somewhat weakened, as we watched TV, her head relaxed against my shoulder as we both dozed off.”

 

His face was dreamy and I had to laugh at Vegeta.

 

“Seems you two were really warming up to each other.” I teased.

 

“Heh,” He nodded with that same shit eating grin. “you have no idea.

 

“Unfortunately, Bulma's temper was just as quickly reviving itself as the rest of her was. In her remarkable recovery, (and along with the fact that everyone just loved bringing it up) Bulma's temper tantrums became a daily way of life.

 

“I'd come in from training one day, exiting my shower only to realize that in the time it'd taken, War of the Worlds had begun. Bulma's mother was sobbing like a mad woman, frantic as she gathered her things. She bawled a hundred “I'm sorry”s as she ran out the back door. Bulma's father was quick to do the same, face stern and somewhat confused as he fast walked to keep up with his wife.

 

“I shuddered, knowing the job was up to me now and descending the stairs to hell, or what actually was just one pissed off little lady.

 

“ “How the fuck?!” she was screaming. “How fucking dare they!?”

 

“I quietly opened the door, letting the squeaky hinges announce my entrance, her face a total Halloween mask of rage. She was tearing papers, mountains of them, shattering anything breakable within her vicinity. The once dimly lit study was a disaster area, walls broken, sheetrock scattered over the carpet, paintings demolished, the works.

 

“ “They really just expect it,” She was going on, balling up a wad of paper and trying to yank it to shreds as she sat cross-legged on the floor. “They really just expect that after all this, I'm going to just give up control to that rat bastard Collins. Over my dead fucking body!”

 

“I winced, having seen it coming. In light of Bulma's illness, her parents had decided that the wise course would be for their daughter to give up her rights to the company temporarily. The needs, head of the corporation must fulfill, could not be met by a sick young girl. Meetings needed to be attended, traveling that Bulma simply couldn't do, etc.

 

“ “Your hand is bleeding,” I said dumbly, having just noticed it.

 

“In her tantrum, Bulma had cut her hand on a shard of glass, apparently non-too happy to be told about the obvious.

 

“So the FUCK WHAT?!” She screamed at me. “Big deal! I'm not some fucking invalid Vegeta. I'm not some GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING HANDICAP!”

 

“With every swear she yanked and tugged harder, finally succeeding in shredding her wad of papers.

 

“ “I'm not your project,” She seethed. “I'm no one's fucking pity case.”

 

“ “I have never once pitied you,” I growled, finally having had enough of her verbal barrage. “I have never once treated you like an invalid.”

 

“ “Yeah well, fuck you,” She mumbled.

 

“ “Fuck ME? FUCK ME?!” I snapped. “I am the ONLY one that has never treated you like a victim.”

 

“A wrecked piece of a vase came soaring at my forehead, a tiny shard cutting through my cheek.

 

“ “There!” Bulma shouted. “There's your fucking trophy hero! Now GET OUT!”

 

“I was so stunned I just stared at her, probably a funny sight. My eyes were saucers, my mouth dangling open as I tried to comprehend just what the fuck was her problem.

 

“ “You're such a fucking psycho,” I spat, throwing what was left of the vase right back at her. I knew it wouldn't hit its mark but also was aware that it was close enough to startle the little mental case.

 

“ “You're right Bulma,” I walked towards her threateningly. “you're not a handicap. You're not a victim. You're not an invalid.”

 

“I kneeled down right next to her on the floor, grabbing both her wrists when she tried to smack me.

 

“ “You're just a fucking brat,” I seethed. “You're just a spoiled fucking brat.”

 

“With that I pushed her down, leaning over her. She was fuming, eyes red-rimmed with complete rage. She was breathing so hard I thought she'd hyperventilate, pretty lips puffed out with each harsh breath.

 

“And then, against every amount of control I'd ever thought I'd had, I did something totally instinctual. I kissed her. I kissed that bitch long and hard and fierce.

 

“She pulled away, eyes pissed and confused and every other emotion you could toss in there together. She slapped me harder than I would have given her credit for, the force stinging my cheek red. And then she did something I wouldn't have expected her to do: then she kissed me!

 

“I'm not really sure to this day what happened between us that day. One second we were the worst of enemies, hitting each other, breaking objects and then the next, we were rolling around…..” his face became blank. “well, actually, the next we were rolling around, hitting each other and breaking objects while making out.”

 

He laughed heartily, pushing his fingers through his hair.

 

“If I'd thought Bulma would ever do anything half-assed, I was wrong. We became this violent pile of arms and legs, pulling each other's hair, smacking each other and painfully making out.

 

“She finally pinned me down, straddling me, one hand fisted in my hair, the other caught around my throat.

 

“ “Fuck you,” She seethed, nails digging into my neck.

 

“She ducked down again, tongue snaking along my cheek, finger nails wrenching down the other side. I was furious, furious at her rudeness, furious at her boldness, furious at her words and mostly, furious that she dared to dominate me.

 

“I powered up, flying upwards and nailing her painfully against the ceiling. She dug her hands into my hair and yanked my throat back, sinking her teeth into my jugular. Now it didn't break skin but it fucking hurt, my eyes swimming in my head as I literally tore her shirt right off.

 

“The energy I was expending must have set off the atmosphere around the house, the sky blackening with clouds. A storm raged, matching our hurried, violent mood, the lights flickering on and off as I attacked her mouth. I could feel her heart beat through her lips, biting down hard enough to taste just the slightest amount of blood, nearly passing out when she ground against me.

 

“I pinned her arms to her sides, staring wickedly into those irate eyes. The ceiling cracked above us, rough plaster falling down, dust rising up. I kissed her bruisingly, swimming in her, in her scent, in her skin. I pressed my body so forcefully against hers, grinding upwards in a painful, unapologetic movement.

 

“The breath caught in her throat, a sexual gasp as she felt every portion of me, eyes rolling back in her head. I fisted her hair, tearing it back as I dove my teeth into her throat, feeling her body spasm with pleasure and pain, nails tearing over destroyed plaster.

 

“ “Fuck you,” She whispered again, earning a violent jerk that made her gasp. I pushed my body hard against her once more, our breaths hitching in the process. I slowly moved my cheek against hers, lips sliding over moist flesh.

 

“ “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”

 

“It was all we really needed, no actual foreplay in the process. She wrenched down my pants and I didn't even get hers off before I plunged inside, the movement so quick and forced I probably hurt her. I'd dreamed about this a thousand times yet I'd never imagined it to be so entirely chaotic in the process. I'd always imagined that if we ever did the unthinkable, it would have been slow and soft, “love” in a word. This was just animalistic, her legs over my shoulders, pants still on when I'd just throttled the hell out of her.

 

“ “God,” I'd hissed. “God you're so tight.”

 

“She was trembling against me, gasping and moaning, my senses alive as they hadn't been in the longest time. Her nails broke the skin of my wrists, my hands letting go of her pinned arms. She wrapped them around me, riding upwards and coming down, trying for all her might to get used to the pain of it.

 

“I finally growled, a strange, animalistic noise I wasn't aware I had, pushing off from the ceiling and throwing her towards the floor. She'd barely landed on her stomach when I yanked off all of our clothes, sliding over her back. She whimpered when I slid my hand sensually under her belly, propping her up slightly before pushing in, fucking her mercilessly from behind.

 

“Now I would never have believed it possible for such deranged, evil things to come out of such a sweet mouth but that woman had the foulest language I'd ever heard! I literally had to stop for a second just to be sure I'd heard correctly, encouraged and rejuvenated by the perverted little scenarios she'd just verbally laid out.

 

“Shit, but wasn't I just an insane bastard. For every other lusty tangle I'd gotten myself into on that planet, I'd always used protection. It wasn't exactly a foreign thing to me. Yet it wasn't something I was particularly considering at that time and which might have uhh… been something of a good idea to think about.

 

“I tired quickly of being away from her, sliding up to hold her as I continued, arms wrapped around her beautiful body as I kissed her throat the entire time. I pushed so far in, feeling ever amount of her, feeling every part of her I'd ever thought of. She was so tiny in my arms, her hands quivering to hold mine, pretty, throaty gasps coming from her.

 

“It was the closest to “making love” that we came, the pace slower and deeper, my body finding that one special spot and plunging hard against it, over and over and over. She kissed me frantically when it finally paid off, her back arching and her cheek against mine as she groaned it out, the pulsating from inside her making me grind my teeth.

 

“The thunder still shook the house, the lightening cracking outside. And we had sex literally all night, making up for the hundreds of times we'd both daydreamed about it.

 

“I even awoke the next morning, finding her next to me and climbing on top, kissing her awake and then fucking her rotten the second she was. I hated to admit, but I understood why some people preferred missionary style, my hands smoothing down her cheeks and through her hair when I pushed upwards. I loved to kiss her as deeply as I went, smiling wickedly when her thighs literally trembled around me.

 

“Somehow by the afternoon, we'd climbed into the shower (while still having sex), her hands sliding down the tile, her face smashed against it as I pushed in from behind, unable to sate myself of it. I'd never had so much sex with one person in all my life, the need constant and driving. I came and I came and yet I couldn't stop the need to keep going, a few minutes time the only break I could handle before I was all over her again.

 

“I watched the water bead on her beautiful shoulders and back, jealous that anything else could touch her as intimately as I could, bending her forward as I forced myself deeper inside. We'd finally just collapsed to the bottom of the large tub, her legs tangled around my back as we tried to stop it, to stop the starving need to be on one another. We'd kissed as though it were the very air we needed, a strange craving to be touching one another like I don't think either one of us had ever encountered.

 

“Sooner or later though, one of us had given in and we'd collided once more, a mesh of wet, hot skin pounding away at the other. Her fingers had softly sifted through my hair, delicately moving over my face and lips until I knew she wanted me to kiss her more, doing so without question. Apparently we'd even fallen asleep that way, my eyes darting open at the sound of her mother's voice.

 

“I'd laid at the bottom of the tub, the water still going as I lay flat on my back, eyes the size of dinner plates.

 

“ “Have you seen Vegeta?” Her mother's shrill voice came, my breath held in my lungs. I could just make out the outer line of Bulma's body, wrapped in a towel as she shook her head at her mom.

 

“ “That must have been some awful fight honey,” Mrs. Briefs was going on. “You just look exhausted, have you been sleeping?”

 

“ “I'm fine mom,” Bulma insisted a hundred times. “I'm just dandy.”

 

“ “You look a bit ragged hon, you sure you don't want me to call someone?”

 

“ “I'm perfect. Never better.”

 

“I had to grin at that, waiting until her mother had left to tip toe towards the door. Bulma had turned around caught off guard, hand on the door frame. I suppose that was about the minute a slight amount of awkwardness came in, the events of the night before playing out in both our heads.

 

“ “So umm…” She'd fidgeted, unable to look into my eyes. “About last night…”

 

“I hadn't even given her time to form words, grabbing her against me and making another good tumble of it, albeit a much quieter session that time.

 

“So yeah, that's about all we did there for a good month or so. When we weren't fighting and carrying on for the sake of the rest of the world, we were going at it. It never failed and I swear, we both felt like stupid teenagers because of it, unable to say no, unable to keep away from the other.

 

“I even remember a picnic, the sun high, the sound of their laughter grating at my nerves. We'd assembled beneath shade trees, all of the fighters beating off flies that tried to get to the food and mostly, trying to beat Kakarot off it until everyone had had their fill. I'd grumbled occasionally that I was only there for the food, the veritable, broody bastard hiding out in the corner. Krillin had remarked that I was unsociable, the comment striking a cord.

 

“I can't really say that I'm all over an unsociable person. Only, I didn't have any real reason to BE social with THEM. What was I to say? We had nothing in common. Their ideas and beliefs and any train of thought that occasionally might have penetrated their thick sculls was undoubtedly different from mine. I didn't really like any of them. Did that make me unsociable?

 

“Truth be told, I wouldn't have attended any gathering with that group, despite the amounts of food. There wasn't a king's banquet in this galaxy or the next that would have brought me without kicking and screaming.”

 

“So why'd you go?” I asked, knowing the answer.

 

“Because Bulma wanted me to,” He smirked. “She'd asked it of me and since now days, she didn't ask for much,” He added with a wink. “I felt compelled to oblige her.

 

“She looked gorgeous, in a pretty, blue sparkling dress, tending to the various needs of her guests. Her hair was still relatively short, shiny curls fashioned stylishly around her face. She beamed with health and in that, she beamed at me, winking suggestively before sauntering towards the house to get more “food” or something.

 

“I'd scrounged up some lame excuse only a few moments after, coughing and sputtering most of it in my excitement to leave. Kakarot and Piccolo had given each other some weird glance I might have dwelled on a little more if I hadn't been damn near bolting across the lawn towards the kitchen.

 

“She'd met me at the screen door, pulling me inside with a fiery kiss. I'd thrown her back against the counter, lifting her onto it before yanking her panties down, unzipping myself and pushing inside her all in what felt like a single movement.

 

“It was the world's most fantastic quickie, both us trying to look civilized as we joined the group later.

 

“ “What the heck took you so long?” Krillin had asked. “Had to cook more food or something?”

 

“I'd held in my snort at the comment, in an unfathomably better mood for the rest of the day.

 

“Yet as most wonderful things are, it was short lived, extremely so. I remember the day just perfectly because it was a very shitty one all around. Autumn was awakening us to the fact that warm days were numbered, our days of lounging about, having sex by the pool, ticking away. The sky was an awful gray, the circle of the sun smoldered by thick, dreary clouds.

 

“It never rained though, never came crashing down giving us a totally unnecessary reason to dwell inside and ravish each other. I would have preferred the rain. I would have preferred the thunder and the lightening. Only, I was given cold gray, red leaves falling as she walked towards me beneath the cover of a tree.

 

“It was one of those Weeping Willows, I remember that, the branches seeming to just droop lifeless around us rather than their usual lazy hug. And I tell you, I still see her face, so sad, so utterly and completely sad.

 

“Ugliness didn't just brew in the sky around us or dangle by the sick and dying leaves that dropped to the ground. Ugliness was everywhere that day and I kept thinking the word over and over in my head when she told me.

 

“ “They think it's back” ugly “some tests” ugly “probably curable” ugly “more chemo.”

 

“I'd closed my eyes long and hard at that. I knew I didn't have the right to feel so drained by it, like it was my burden and not hers. I didn't have the right to mourn those awesome days when she'd been well, like I was the one suffering. I didn't have the right to her loss, yet I felt like someone had driven the barrel of a shot gun against my gut and let loose on me.

 

“ “Tests, tests, tests,” She'd said the word hard. “And I'm pregnant.”

 

“What a weird way she'd unleashed that one on me. I remember even thinking that, (oddly enough), `wow, what a weird way to drop that bomb'. And then of course the actual words themselves processed and I thought I'd puke.

 

“I really felt the warmth build at the back of my throat, loads of chunky, sour ugliness loading up for the inevitable outpour. I just swallowed, stared at her and swallowed. I kept thinking, `Weird joke. Just a fucking weird joke.'

 

“The punch-line never came.

 

“She gave me my moments though. She gave me time and I'm grateful for that. After the initial puke-factor, a sudden awe came over me; I was going to be a dad. I was going to be a dad. I was going to be a dad.

 

“I felt that sudden burst of something akin to faith that an unbeliever must be struck with after surviving a car accident. I felt this sudden connection to everything and this eerie sense of being completely humbled.

 

“Vegeta. Valique. Saiyan Prince. Dad?

 

“I was a monster though. I was just a fucking thing, a creature, created for the soul purpose to tear and destroy. I was a walking demolition machine, a man-made fucking Frankenstein with no real drive but to stop and to end everything around me. And I'd just created something. I'd just made something despite the ashes I left behind every footstep I'd ever taken.

 

“I'd just made something beautiful.

 

“I don't know if I said anything to her. I probably didn't. I probably just looked blankly at her, stupidly and entirely silent.

 

“ “I can't have it Vegeta.”

 

“She'd called my creation an “it”. I felt poisoned by that. “It.” Not “him” or “her” or “he” or “she” or even “them”….. it.

 

“The chemo stole the title. The vast amounts of poison and radiation and surgery and all else stole whatever we'd made together and I lost it just as soon as I'd got it. Like a kid being handed a present and then opening it only to find the broken remains of an old toy. Bad analogy I guess.

 

“She couldn't have the baby because she was sick. I mourned them, even if I knew then that I'd never really know my “it”.

 

“Just as soon as my world came crashing down in a few short sentences, I knew it was just an inevitability of my existence. Shadows and shades would always follow me where there were once beautiful things. I wasn't meant to be a father. I wasn't meant to be a man. I wasn't meant to love Bulma and I wasn't meant to be capable of accepting her's.

 

“I was just a machine. I was just a monster and I wasn't worth being anything more.

 

“I'd broken her heart just as assuredly as I knew I would. I saw it, in her face, in her eyes that had just two days before beamed at me. I broke her heart, the very, very last person I'd ever wanted to.

 

“I watched her cry and knew I was the cause of it.

 

“It made me wish monsters could cry.